Saturday, March 24, 2012

Travelling alone .....is cool....With a few chosen friends...is sexy.....When the Man... his heart ..and the machine......come together....then ..its something....Who's this man who travels...who loves his journey.... so much Define him !!....Can u ? ... can we ????His heart... is a road.....the machine knows it ....that its a road less taken.......Just for this one simple ....truth ....the machine loves him.It speaks ... it smiles... it makes people fall in love with the man .....So much so .... that the man ... and his machine ...are inseparable...............

Both are enigma..... personified....Its simple .....actually .. no big Gyan ..If you name the man ,, You name his machine.......its that simple. Really ........maa kasam ....!!!I name the man Appachhan........You may name him something else.............In my notes He appears .. in a myriad forms...... avatars...to be more precise....Some time I call him Appachhan... some times Achhan........Some times he appears as english alphabets...gathered together.. to be called as words...He is some times just the dots......and sometimes he is in the space between the words and even the dots....You may call this stupid... and me crazy creature ....but that's the way it is. Its good if it is that way . That's the beginning of a journey ...Craze....defined by Achhan ... to be a state where your heart IS in your desire ...and the desire .. IN your heart.......

Men after men... explored the unknown .. for the unknown is fascinating..........All sorts of things are linked to the unknown.... intact people think that to explore .. is to search for the unknown ....what rubbish.....!!Appachhan said that it's in fact the contrary ...its to explore the known that is more fascinating ....Appachhan also said ...that the exploration is even more exciting ..when that...'known' .. begins to explore you .....The man and his machine .... explore each other... haan .. they meet in the midway somewhere ....and that meeting place is ..their heart.........It may be impossible for you to imagine Achhan... unless i tell u ..as I see him as clearly I say him a full 40 years ago ....His eyes are the most striking feature... he is in his eyes...i felt most of the time... yes they are human ...they are black ...they are in search ... in the wait... and if you get lucky .. enough ... you may lift the eyelid a little bit... and in his eye .. is a reflection of the most beautiful person in the world.........Life as it manifests....as freedom ... as a tiny little girl on the swing.....as a woman whose eyes are holding the tears of separation from her beloved....as an old lady plucking berries....of wisdom ... of love.... of compassion ....Aaah...life !! and its colors....Today i am no mood to describe more ....not that i dont want to ... but i cant.....but i dont want to let the moment go either....I shall narrate you a tale..before you sleep today ...A story ...that is told to every kid born ....when the tide of Xersus....is neither high or low....when the sun does not so hot that if u sit on it it bruns ur bums....or when the song of the Anjaan peer is heard....from the mountains of Pampa....Pampa... is a village ..... a few humans live here...in the banks of Xersus.. the river .... but the voice of of the Anjaan Peer .....remains...as the conscience...as ever The only rule the mother follows when she tells this story ...is that it should be told when the Kid is just about to sleep....

"On the Banks of Xersus..... one day .. there were foot prints.....no body knows from where they came....on the same day at the same time.... another set of foot prints emerged.....The footprints...walked to wards each other......soon feet emerged from the foot prints....and then the legs ... and the then the body ... then a set of foot prints became a woman .... and the other a man .........when they came so near that they could feel their hearts and breaths.....there was fire.....not something that burnt peoples lives... but nurtured...human souls...and then ......... then....the foot prints disappeared.....but the warmth ignited is still felt......"

As is said earlier ... no kid has ever grown ....without listening to this ...and sleeping over this...its such a ridiculous stuff!!....some kids say this...and when they do they are burnt by the curse of Xersus...The kid that mulls it over ..... understands this narrative in his or her own way ....Me too.....

A traveler is less known by the foot prints....

He may be a man ... or a woman .... or both His foot prints are transient......bound to be washed away..by tides ....if not of any thing ....but of time...

He makes friends... to love .....for life ...

It is love that makes him travel..... to the unknown ...or to the known

In love .. there is hardly a thing that is unknown ...

A true traveler....Knows...that his foot prints cant be for ever

There is a warmth ... a traveler in truth .... leaves behind...that lights up the homes... in peoples hearts...

Anjaan peer sings only when there is warmth.. in peoples heart.............................................IT's no wonder to the kids of Pampa....when they see a man in the machine he loves.....and the machine in the man who loves him ...Sing ....

Story submitted for the Mahindra XUV 500 Incredible story context. if you want to know more about the XUV.. here is the link . http://www.mahindraxuv500.com/ ....its another amazing stuff...from the house of Mahindra...

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People mistake me as an adult living on earth.....while I say I am an atom of light... taking an evening walk.... by the Milky way ....I hate malls and Reality shows....Real to my friends and enemies ....wise or otherwise ....I AM.....:)